Viewing lyrics for Soom T - Roll It by Jahtari.
I'm wakin up in my bed, wakin with a sore head,
Because I need to get my suitcase head down to stansted,
coz i'm going to amsterdam with old fred,
in the netherlands smokin till the day that I'm dead.
Skinnin' up a philly as I get off the plane,
Makin me feel silly like I was 10 again,
Take a puff, suck it in, feedin' your brain,
A carrot shaped joint come shine or rain.
Come again, and pass the roach clip,
toke it up smoke it up, every last bit,
yo, keepin it comin,' hit hit after hit,
with your head in the sky and your shoes in s***.
But do you care, when you smokin' the rare,
with your brain flyin high on the road to nowhere,
Put it in your pipe boy, don't be scared,
The grass is always greener over there.
Chorus:
Roll it, Poke it, Light it, Smoke it,
Crumble, Strumble, Pass it , toke it
Roll some, Bong some, a bit of homegrown,
Suck it, Bucket, Inhale to get stoned,
pass the menu,n check the best blow,
triple X, Thai or a white widow,
hawaiian, juanita or kgb,
I can't get enough no of the devil's weed.
Indian hay, cheeba, sativa,
mexican bud, singing ooh ariba,
suckin on a cone know i'm gettin nearer,
so why buy when you can grow Madeira.
fry your brain, eat your shrooms,
coz tonight my friends your buds are going to bloom.
so take your hats off, it's the dutch master,
rollin too slow, let me make ya go faster,
get you in a haze, and you know it has ta,
The angel of death, coz you're rolling with rasta.
up into the attic, where's ya billabong tank,
don't let the blim get ya down, ready to spark,
until you're boxed, but where do you wanna go,
no dxm s*** for you the best blo.
Chorus
I'm wakin up in my bed, wakin with a sore head,
Because I need to get my suitcase head down to stansted,
coz i'm going to amsterdam with old fred,
in the netherlands smokin till the day that I'm dead.
Skinnin' up a philly as I get off the plane,
Makin me feel silly like I was 10 again,
Take a puff, suck it in, feedin' your brain,
A carrot shaped joint come shine or rain.
Come again, and pass the roach clip,
toke it up smoke it up, every last bit,
yo, keepin it comin,' hit hit after hit,
with your head in the sky and your shoes in s***.
But do you care, when you smokin' the rare,
with your brain flyin high on the road to nowhere,
Put it in your pipe boy, don't be scared,
The grass is always greener over there.
Chorus:
Roll it, Poke it, Light it, Smoke it,
Crumble, Strumble, Pass it , toke it
Roll some, Bong some, a bit of homegrown,
Suck it, Bucket, Inhale to get stoned,
pass the menu,n check the best blow,
triple X, Thai or a white widow,
hawaiian, juanita or kgb,
I can't get enough no of the devil's weed.
Indian hay, cheeba, sativa,
mexican bud, singing ooh ariba,
suckin on a cone know i'm gettin nearer,
so why buy when you can grow Madeira.
fry your brain, eat your shrooms,
coz tonight my friends your buds are going to bloom.
so take your hats off, it's the dutch master,
rollin too slow, let me make ya go faster,
get you in a haze, and you know it has ta,
The angel of death, coz you're rolling with rasta.
up into the attic, where's ya billabong tank,
don't let the blim get ya down, ready to spark,
until you're boxed, but where do you wanna go,
no dxm s*** for you the best blo.
Chorus